Henry Vaughan - Nightfall

A still night beckons from the sky,
Where stars, like thoughts, drift into view;
In silence, all my cares nearby,
Are whispered to the moon so true.

Each glitter shines like secret lore,
And every breeze hums tenderly;
In nature’s hush, I crave for more,
To merge my heart with night’s decree.

— “Nightfall”